Mu Zhiruo's eyes brimmed with tears, her curved lashes adorned with several fine droplets, shimmering like crystal-clear diamonds.
Her beautiful, moving appearance made one's heart ache.
She couldn't bear it!
Indeed, she couldn't bear to shatter Guo Yi's dreams, nor his fantasies.
People!
They cannot live without dreams.
Just as for these past eight years, Guo Yi had persevered with all his might, had propped himself up with sheer will—wasn't it all to hold on? Without this dream, how could he have persisted until today, how could he have survived that brush with death?
"Yi Gege," Mu Zhiruo looked up at Guo Yi and said, "If one day, Zhi Ruo leaves you, what will you do?"
"I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to go on living," Guo Yi said with conviction.
Mu Zhiruo shivered all over, clenching her teeth hard.
The truth!
